But just as he turned around, a sharp sound of breaking air suddenly came from behind, accompanied by a murderous intent that was almost condensed into substance, and it rushed towards him in an instant.
Feng Qingyang frowned, and calmly slapped back with his backhand. There was a loud bang, as if the stars were shattered, blood rained, and countless broken limbs and flesh covered the sky.
"The body of the Qiong Zun, its body is the foundation, it has the power to create the world. Whether it is his cultivation or his physical body, he can be called the top overlord in this world. If he can reach a higher level according to the legend, his power will be unimaginable."
As the air wave disappeared, the Fire Spirit King's gaze shrank slightly again. After all, he still underestimated Feng Qingyang. The other party's effortless and meticulous control of his entire body was almost unmatched.
"In time, maybe I really won't be able to be your opponent," the Fire Spirit King was shocked, and his mind was focused on the moment when Feng Qingyang just made his move. The power that erupted in that instant was earth-shaking.
The cultivator who died in his hands was a scum. Although he had the cultivation level of a semi-saint, in their eyes, he was just a slightly larger ant.
"Those who kill my fellow disciples should be killed." After a moment, angry voices came one after another. The Saint's disciples, led by Gu Shenhua, surrounded Feng Qingyang and Gai Jiuyou on all sides. They looked at him with unfriendly eyes, but there was clearly naked greed in their eyes.
He sighed, looked straight ahead, and said, "You really don't know who I am?" As he spoke, a powerful will rose into the air, and the rules of heaven and earth were suddenly distorted. In just a breath, he turned this into his own world.
"What can you do if it's you? Can I only let you kill my Saint's disciples?" A monk of about 18 years old walked out from the crowd. His face could not be seen clearly, and his body was wrapped in a layer of lingering thick fog. He put his hands behind his back, his nose turned up, and looked at Feng Qingyang with disdain.
After standing still, the thick fog dissipated, revealing a vague figure. This figure gave people a burly feeling and an explosive visual impact.
It contains the pinnacle of strength and magic power, and after being intertwined, it ultimately makes this person appear strangely powerful. That kind of coldness and arrogance is deeply engraved in everyone's heart.
"A quasi-saint of the highest power." Feng Qingyang's eyes narrowed and he frowned secretly. He didn't know this person, but seeing that he walked out from behind the ancient god painting, he thought he was also their fellow apprentice.
"After beating the younger one, here comes the older one. If I beat you, can I lure out your immortal master?" Feng Qingyang sneered disdainfully. Although he was an extremely powerful person, he was not afraid of him. Besides, he and Gai Jiuyou were here. Even if he couldn't beat him, he could still escape.
Hearing this, the big man's face changed, and it twisted extremely as if he had been humiliated. A faint glow spread from his body, and as it flowed, it actually shook the distorted rules of Feng Qingyang.
"How dare you! How shameless! Do you know who I am? I am the dignified Holy Envoy!" As he spoke, he suddenly punched out. The powerful force strangled the void. Although he was unable to display more magical powers due to the suppression of the rules here, for him who was so arrogant, this punch was enough.
The storm was like thunder, booming towards Feng Qingyang's face in an instant, but he remained unmoved. Gai Jiuyou beside him snorted coldly, swallowing the light of the sun and the moon, and suddenly raised his right hand to cover his right eye. He glared forward with his left eye, and a dazzling ray of light shot out, colliding with the oncoming fist.
The loud rumbling noise shook the heavens and the earth and turned into a crazy shock wave that quickly spread in all directions. Those with weaker cultivation were like kites with broken strings under this storm, spraying blood and retreating backwards.
At the same time, Feng Qingyang also suddenly took action. Although Gai Jiuyou took the initiative, it did not mean that he was afraid. The reason for doing so was to give Gai Jiuyou a chance to prove himself.
The two were evenly matched, but he absolutely could not kill the other, and he... hehe... since they wanted to kill him, they would naturally have to pay a price. Anyway, he had made quite a few enemies, so he might as well kill them. He wanted to see whether those high and mighty saints really dared to come and kill him personally.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the void in front of him. He exerted force in his hand and twisted it into a shape of a twist. In an instant, iron chains intertwined in the void appeared, flashing with cold light, which contained countless destructive forces.
He pulled his fist, and the sound of collision was heard in all directions. Although the opponent was an extremely powerful quasi-saint, he was seriously injured by the joint efforts of Feng Qingyang and Gai Jiuyou. Although his body was also strangely strong, after Feng Qingyang's pull, a blood mist appeared with a bang. From a distance, it seemed that the opponent's body was broken by a whip.
Not only that, the whip spread along the opponent's hand, and in the blink of an eye it wrapped up the opponent's entire arm, and the powerful void strangling force appeared domineeringly.
“Suppress!” Feng Qingyang overlapped his hands and suppressed it at an extremely fast speed. The origins of the three artistic conceptions were mysterious. At least until now Feng Qingyang could not fully understand the origins of these artistic conceptions. After all, they were too powerful. Each artistic conception was aimed at the way of heaven. If one were to speculate in his heart, perhaps... this was the so-called magical power that only the Supreme God Realm had.
There was a series of earth-shaking noises, rumbling in all directions. The moment he was suppressed, the whip suddenly twisted fiercely. The man's arms swelled up quickly, and one could clearly see the blank areas that were not completely covered by the whip. The veins bulged and the blood vessels expanded. It was obvious that he was trying to resist the blockade of the whip.
But for some reason, a strong will locked him up, so that he could not even command his own body. He could only watch as the whip strangled him and he turned into a bloody mist with a bang, without even leaving any bones.
"Ah..." A scream was heard, and everyone around trembled suddenly, feeling a chill on their backs. Looking at Feng Qingyang's thundering methods and decisive killing mind, countless people felt how terrifying this man was.
In this life, one must never become an enemy with him, otherwise, one will probably die a miserable death. Everyone thought of the same thing. You know, the disciple he had beaten up before was a disciple of the Holy Lord, and the one who appeared now was an extreme strong man who surpassed everything. This almost represented the strongest apparent strength under the Holy Lord of the Spirit Realm, but under Feng Qingyang's hands, he still couldn't take a few moves before his arm was broken.
How cruel
"Are you convinced?" Feng Qingyang grinned, his handsome face instantly becoming somewhat ferocious, staring at the big man in front of him with hostility.